Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Poem in the Manner of Henri Michaux

Academic journal article The Virginia Quarterly Review

Poem in the Manner of Henri Michaux

Article excerpt

My enemies used to annoy the hell out of me with their fake

cheerfulness, their pathetic need to be liked, or their drive to

dominate every conversation. And I would stand there and let

them do it to me. That was my way of being, and I couldn't

change it any more than a boy can recover his innocence after

the invention of sex. Nature was a goddess, and I was her

slave. That was how I reasoned. But in those days I was reading

Rousseau, who put the craziest notions in my head, and I

memorized them, bowing to my fate as to an audience clapping

its hands after the play.

No more Rousseau. From now on I will recite sonnets to girls seen

in the street, and on the subway I will recognize the signs of desire

in her eyes still sleepy with last night's dream, and in the evening

I shall lift a glass and arrange for the ex-partners to embrace after

years of bickering: They shall be happy, and I shall cross the little

bridge east into the Bronx on 207th Street or the one going north

on 215th Street and I will visit her at night, every night. …

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